The Battery Forum The Great Deception

I can�t sleep alive
even though I�ve recently been
anesthetized

I am in that moment
when the buzzing of the bees
is beginning to quiet
when the chemicals are depleting

I stare into
the mirror on the wall;
the author of �The Great Deception�
what exactly am I looking at?

as the face of the glass
stares back

nether animal nor ghost
but something winged in between
wearing an expression of guarded charinge
but extending a hand to me
in presumed harmony
to barter the winds of the immediate world
with that last thought I've thunk
and the last notes ive hummed

bellowing from the center of my chest comes a vicious peal
a warning as
if the two sides of my psyche
feel both
the fear of loosing out on the opportunity....